Damn, there are other people around, and she goes saying that kind of thing again.
Zhan Se glared at him reproachfully, about to remind him to be mindful of the minors on the plane, when the buzzing noise as the plane started seemed to suddenly muffle her hearing, and her stomach, clogged and uncomfortable, began to roil and churn.
Moreover, the nausea intensified.
"Bleurgh—!"
She hastily covered her mouth and bent over.
Emperor Quan frowned, gently patting her back, "Motion sickness again?"
"Bleurgh... Bleurgh..."
After another bout of dry heaving, Zhan Se had almost heaved out cold sweat and turned pale; lifting her head, she took a deep breath, paused, and as her stomach churned again, she couldn't hold back any longer, pushing the man's hand away, she quickly dashed to the restroom.
"Zhan Xiaoyao..."
Emperor Quan's complexion changed drastically, and he followed her.
"Wah... Bleurgh..."